Misanthropic Cognac and Benevolent Gunshots

Meow!

Today was as mundane and uneventful as any other. I woke up for my 8 am class(never again will I put myself through that misery), went to sleep once I got back, woke up, watched an episode of the West Wing and ate lunch, went to Comparative politics, went to Philosophy, got dinner, watched TV. Now I’m here.

I noticed something between talking to Sarah Morrison on iChat and marginally paying attention to the lecture about Vincente Fox and democracy in Mexico. There is a guy in my class named Ramius, I know…absurd name, he is an absolute tool and contributes absolutely nothing of any value to the class. Yet, as he interrupted my professor with another mumble of response to her question I realized that he is a manifestation of everything I CANNOT stand in a human being. First of all the mumbling. Honestly Ramius, you can’t raise your fucking hand and speak up clearly? It’s not like you just started the class and haven’t realized that our professor thinks you’re an obnoxious prick. It’s been three months, she is NOT going to respond. Another thing I hate in people is when they are both obnoxious and painfully unfunny. The combination of the two has to be the most vile, horrible thing on the planet…namely Ramius. As if the jokes weren’t bad enough his delivery is just simply pathetic. Mumbling something about leftist rebels and grunting to yourself and the annoying slut next to you does not a joke make. And clearing out a Hollister does not make you stylish either! I have never seen so much of one SINGLE brand of clothing on a person but without fail Ramy-pooh shows up to class every time wearing head to toe Hollister. Boggles the mind. I could go on and on about this kid but for now I’ll just leave you all to think about the few examples I gave but to be sure Ramius will keep giving me reasons to hate him. And I will be here to write about the fucker.